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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

You Were Always There, Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Lou just stared at Ike,
dumbfounded. Her mind sputtered to a
complete halt. She could barely
comprehend the words he’d signed and seriously doubted she’d read his signs
right. Finally, she shook her head and
croaked out an astounded, “What?!”

*Let’s get married,* Ike signed
again, a small smile hovering around the edges of his expressive mouth. He knew he’d more than shocked Lou, but they
didn’t have much time if this was going to work. *It doesn’t have to be for real,* he
continued signing as fast as he could.
*Not like it would’ve been for you and Kid. I know that.
But lots of folks get married for more practical reasons out here
everyday. And what better reason could
we have than to get Jeremiah and Teresa out of here?*

Lou shook her head as if
poleaxed. He’d said what she’d thought
he’d said. But she still didn’t quite
understand.

“You want to marry me? For my brother and sister?” she asked
incredulously, not sure whether to feel thankful or insulted.

Ike nodded happily and breathed
a sigh of relief. She was starting to
catch on. Now that he had her full
attention, he felt he could slow down and explain properly.

*You don’t really think there’ll
be another Annie out there for me?* he asked.
*Someone who’ll overlook all this?* He pointed at his throat and his
bald head. *And want me anyway?*

Lou watched his impassioned plea
with a puzzled expression. Why would he
offer to do this for her? Especially
after what she’d told him just the day before.

*You know I love you, Lou,* he
continued. *We all do. I want to be
there for you. And I love your brother
and sister, too. I grew up in a mission
much like this one and I know just how horrible it can be, no matter how nice
the people who run it are. They’ll be
much better off once we get them out of here.*

She stared at him for a long
moment. Finally, she asked, “What if you
do meet someone, someday? What then?”

He smiled ruefully and
shrugged. *I doubt it’ll happen. We’ll just have to cross that bridge when and
if we come to it.*

He had an answer for everything
it seemed, and his solution would work.
After pondering his suggestion for what seemed like forever. She found herself slowly nodding. “Alright,” she said. Then added a warning, “But it’s a marriage in
name only.”

In response, Ike held out his
hand toward her. She took it in her own and
they shook, sealing the deal.

**********

“Are you two sure you want to do
this?” Mother Superior asked doubtfully.
“It all seems rather sudden.” She
turned toward Lou to ask, “What about that young man who came with you the last
time you visited? The one with the odd
name? I got the impression he was your
beau. Honestly, I expected you to come
back married to him when you came to pick up Jeremiah and Teresa.”

Lou closed her eyes in pain and
Ike reached down from his position standing behind her chair to place a
comforting hand on her shoulder. She
grabbed his fingers and squeezed tight as she answered, “Kid’s… gone. Dead.”

Lou had to force the last word
out over the lump trying to close her throat.
She squeezed Ike’s fingers so tightly he winced in pain, but never once
tried to pull away. The Mother Superior,
watching the young couple before her, took in all their actions and reactions
with a raised eyebrow.

Finally, she sighed and said,
“Well, I won’t tell you what you can and can’t do. You’re both adults. But I will warn you, this will be a true
marriage in the eyes of God and man.
There’s no backing out of this later on down the road.”

“I ain’t got no reason to,” Lou
murmured. Behind her back, Ike simply
smiled at the nun, placing a hand over his heart before looking down at
Lou. She nodded. She couldn’t read Ike’s signs, but she’d
gotten his message all the same.

“Why don’t you two go give
Jeremiah and Teresa the good news then,” she smiled at them, “while I inform
Father Armando he has a wedding to perform.”

**********

In no time at all, Lou found
herself standing next to Ike before the aged priest who, along with the nuns,
ran the orphan mission. She looked up at
her groom, standing tall and proud at her side, and felt unaccountably
nervous. They weren’t marrying for
love. They were good friends. They could make this work. For the children.

The thought had her eyes
flitting to the two children, scrubbed to within an inch of their lives and
dressed in their Sunday best, sitting quietly on the front pew behind her. Jeremiah and Teresa. They were the reason she was standing here. The reminder gave her the strength to go
through with the marriage, despite her own fears and worries.

It was hardly the wedding of her
dreams. Kid wasn’t the man standing at
her side. Teaspoon hadn’t been there to
give her away. She wasn’t wearing the
perfect white wedding dress she’d spent hours laboring over herself. No, she was standing in front of a strange
priest, next to one of her best friends, almost a brother, in her riding
clothes, without any of her Express family or friends present.

The ceremony unfolded almost
like a dream as her thoughts wandered to and fro. She would have completely missed her vows, if
it hadn’t been for Ike’s surreptitious squeezing of her fingers to get her
attention.

In a bare whisper, she promised
to love, honor and obey the tall man at her side, till death did they
part. She almost giggled maniacally over
the obey part. They both knew that would
never happen. She just prayed it would
be her death and not his that parted them.
He deserved better than to die because he’d tried to help her.

“I now pronounce you man and
wife. You may kiss your bride,” the
priest intoned, bringing the ceremony to a close.

Ike leaned in and chastely
pecked Lou on the cheek, even as Jeremiah and Teresa came bounding up to them
as if suddenly catapulted across the chapel.
Jeremiah wrapped his arms around Lou’s waist as Teresa entwined herself
around Ike’s leg.

“Congratulations!” they shouted
in unison.

“Indeed, congratulations my
dears,” Mother Superior smiled as she walked up to the couple. “May you have a long and happy life together,
Mr. and Mrs. McSwain.”

Lou turned to look at the nun in
a moment of shock. When had that
happened? How had she lost her own name
in the process of entering a marriage of convenience? A frantic glance at Ike found him
shrugging. Deciding to think about the
name change later, Lou turned back to the children.

“You two better go get your
bags,” she said. “We need to hit the
road if we’re going to make camp before nightfall.”

As they watched the children
scamper off, Ike tugged at her elbow.
When she looked at him, he signed, *Where are we going?*

“Jeremiah, chew with your mouth
closed. And swallow before taking
another bite,” Lou scolded her brother.
“Just because we’re in the wilderness is no excuse for bad manners.”

Ike swallowed his laughter as he
listened to Lou imitating Emma. It was
like she’d morphed into a shorter, more slender version of their first station
mother when they’d ridden away from the orphanage with her brother and sister
in tow. Ike was fascinated at this
change in her. Yet he could still sense
the underlying layer of pain and grief
she was trying to ignore.

After the kids had finally
fallen asleep and Lou and Ike had tidied camp, they settled down for a last cup
of coffee before turning in themselves.

*We’re gonna need ta get more
supplies,* Ike signed.

Lou sighed. “I know.
We ain’t got no meat or beans left after tonight. One of us can hunt, but that’ll only tide us
over for a day or two. We’re gonna have
ta go into town.”

Ike wondered at her obvious
reluctance to going into St. Joe proper, but her every word and movement
screamed at him to not ask. So he kept
silent, something he was good at, and just nodded.

**********

“What’s that?” Teresa asked
excitedly for what seemed like the hundredth time since they’d ridden into St.
Joe. Lou didn’t even bother to look
anymore.

“Stay close,” she warned instead
as she rode up to the boardwalk outside the general store. “And remember, we’re just here for a few
supplies.”

Lou dismounted and tied Katy to
the hitching post before turning to help Teresa off Sundancer. Jeremiah had already climbed down off
Lightning and was copying Lou’s motions at the hitching post. Soon, Lou was leading a small parade into the
store, Teresa holding tight to her hand while Jeremiah followed close on her
heels and Ike brought up the rear.

“Go over to the candy section
and pick out one piece each,” Lou told the children. They immediately scampered off to make their
choices. Lou turned to Ike and asked,
“So, what should we get? It’ll need to be more than canned beans and jerky.”

It didn’t’ take them long to
gather what they wanted and head over to the clerk. But, when they looked at the pile of stuff,
Lou groaned. “We’ll never get all this
into our saddlebags, not even with the extra horses.”

*How much money do you have on
you?* Ike asked. *Do you have enough to
get a packmule?*

“Yeah,” Lou said, twisting her
mouth in a grimace. “I took out
everything I’ve saved over the last couple years before I left. I just didn’t want to spend so much of it
right off like this.”

*One packmule ain’t going to put
much of a dent in your savings. And we
still won’t have touched mine. Why don’t
you head on down to the livery and see about that mule and I’ll go over to the
bank and make arrangements to get my savings.* Ike paused a moment before
continuing. *I’m guessing we’re not
going back to Rock Creek?*

Lou paled slightly and shook her
head quickly in rejection. Turning, she
headed toward the livery without another word.
Ike watched her for a moment before turning in the other direction,
never noticing the tall, debonairly dressed man standing on the corner also
watching Lou move down the boardwalk.

**********

“Hello! Anybody here?” Lou called out, peering into
the depths of the barn.

“How can I hep you sonny?” a
skinny, grizzled man with a straggly grey beard and just a few wisps of hair still
clinging to his skull poked his head out of the tackroom. He hawked and spat, sending a stream of
tobacco juice to join the manure and old straw scattered about the barn floor.

“I need a packmule. How much you charging?”

The man, shorter than Lou
herself, straightened to his full height and swaggered out to the barn entrance
where Lou was standing. “Ain’t got
none.”

“What?”

“You heard me, I ain’t got
none. Sold the last mule to a wagon
train drover not 10 minutes ago. Got a
good team of oxen, if yer lookin’ ta supply up, and a couple ridin’
horses. Mustangs. But ain’t got no more mules.”

Lou’s eyes narrowed at the man’s
spiel.

“Wagon train?” she asked,
curiously.

“Ayup,” the man nodded, moving
the wad of tobacco tucked into his lip from one side of his mouth to the
other. “Ain’t yer heard? St. Joe’s become the jumping off point fer
most wagon trains headed west… Oregon, Californy, the silver mines in Nevada,
gold mines in Colorady. ‘Course, most
folks that roll through here are homesteaders, headin’ west in search of
land. Farmers!” Once again the man spat in the dust, this
time in disgust.

Lou nodded slowly as she
digested what he was telling her, and a plan began forming in her head. “Where can I find one of these wagon trains?”

“Most are camped just outside of
town,” he said, pointing down the street with his chin, toward the nearby
river.

“How much for three yoke of oxen
and a wagon?” Lou asked.

“Ain’t got no more wagons. Ye’ll have ta head over to the Conestoga
offices, down on 3rd Street and order one. Probably take a week or so. The oxen’ll cost ya $65 a yoke, so… that’d
be… “ he paused to calculate the total in his head, “One hunnert, ninety-five
dollars. Cash mind ya, I don’t give
credit.”

“Not ‘round here, ye cain’t,” he
retorted assuredly. “Buy ‘em or not,
sonny, those oxen’ll be sold by the end of the day at $65 a yoke.”

Lou glared at the man before
turning around and marching toward the bank.
The prices were outrageous, but she wasn’t willing to give up on the
plan that was brewing in her head.

**********

*You want to go to Oregon?* Ike
asked.

“I don’t know ‘bout goin’ all
the way,” Lou shrugged, “but, yeah. We
can stop when we find a nice town, or a decent place ta set up a farm. It’s what I always wanted ta do once I got
Jeremiah and Teresa. Get our own place.”

Ike glanced over to where the
children sat on the edge of the boardwalk, carefully sucking on their candy
sticks, trying to make them last as long as possible. He could see Lou’s point. And he would enjoy farming again. It was what he’d been raised to do, before
his parents were killed. He nodded.

*We can at least check,* he
said. *Let’s ride out and see if there’s
a train that’ll take us before we start buying supplies, though.*

“Sounds good to me,” Lou
smiled. “Hey kids,” she said, turning to
her siblings, “guess what? We’re going
to go find us a place out on the wild frontier!”

She laughed at their excited
cheers. Ike smiled, enjoying their
exuberance and joy. None of them noticed
the tall man standing in a nearby doorway, smiling knowingly around a cigar
clamped between his teeth.

The Author

Who am I? A Hispanic broadcast journalist, current host of Kansas Week on KPTS, and certified high school teacher, a writer and lifelong lover of all things historical, particularly the Old West. I'm married to a wonderful man from Germany and we have a 17 yr old son. We have two rescued cats and a rescued pooch, who thinks she's a 70 lb lapdog. I'm prone to talk about anything and everything that catches my interest.